As great as this wine was to drink the greater thing about it was the place that it took us. We were in Burgundy for the weekend of the Hospices de Beaune. There were auctions, dinners and grandiose tastings every second of the 3 days that we were there. We attended most of the events and were on the go the entire time. In between a lunch and a dinner we had a few hours to kill so we went back to our hotel lobby to pop this. We found a nice comfortable couch positioned just in front of the crackling fireplace. I asked the hotel manager for 2 glasses and a bottle of Badoit and we went to it. I always love the ritual of opening a great bottle of wine. There’s the exposition where we know about the great domaine of DRC, the great vineyard of Richebourg and the tremendous reputation of the ‘64 vintage. The rising action of tension as we peel away the corroded foil of the bottle and insert the corkscrew into the time weathered cork. Suspense is held as we smell the cork and its released as we learn that it isn’t tainted with any bacterial flaws. Then climax as the glasses are poured and the first sip is taken when we discover the wine is so incredibly delicious.
Wines like these seem to provoke conversation. Not necessarily about wine itself, but more of deeper things like life, marriage, etc. It’s like jazz improvisation. The wine is the background instrument driving the backbeat that allows the lead players to riff on conversation and follow where the groove takes them. Our wine groove took us to college football, marriage, family, Europe, death, accomplishments, failures and more. The wine flowed into our mouths and words flowed out. It was almost involuntary. We kept on this groove until the bottle emptied. Then we got up to head back to our rooms to get ready for dinner. Left better then when we began.